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Panther Time	By : LetsHaveDinner Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 16868 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter two:
Shopping time
Where Severus is naughty and eager to touch
Warning: could seem a bit dubcon but it’s not really.. I mean, they are just idiots, not knowing what’s best for them…
The next morning, Harry thanked all the deities he knew about at least three times that it was Saturday because this way, he could avoid Snape for the whole day.
Snape… that fucking bastard.
Harry didn’t want to recall what had happened last night. He didn’t even want to think about that man, knowing precisely what kind of effects those memories had on him. It was only eleven o’clock and he already had three icy showers. And he only woke up at nine.
This was the last weekend before the winter break and looked like the weather wanted to increase their holiday mood, as the snow was falling in huge piles, turning the whole area into a beautiful, shining snowfield. From his window, Harry watched the children play in the park, building snowmen, and fighting deadly battles with snowballs.
He recalled his childhood, when he, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Ginny spent their whole days the same way during winter breaks, or even just the weekends. It was so much fun to muck around with his best friends and the twins, and it was even better when Luna and Neville joined in too.
And what did he have now? He was alone in his room, getting a hard on every time Severus Snape appeared in his mind. The only person in the world he felt attracted to, either hated him or wanted him, he didn’t know. Every time he let his mind wander on why Snape had rejected him, he had to take a long, cold shower, which didn’t really feel good or healthy, particularly when it was minus 10°C outside and not even 21°C in his room. But of course, this didn’t prevent him from doing so. His mind wandered about the million possible reasons of why Snape left last night, when clearly his body was in the same condition as Harry’s. The only explanation he could come up with was that Snape only had a hard on because, as he had said to Harry, he felt every touch as it would be on his naked skin. That would make any man hard, not to mention that, where Harry’s curious fingers were exploring the beautiful panther, were very intimate. As for why he left? Harry thought that it was because Snape didn’t really want Harry, personally, just… release. That’s why he was grinding on him so passionately but when it was becoming serious, he would rather run away than come on his ex-student, now colleague. Little did he know, however, that he was seriously wrong.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Terrified that he would find Snape, or a huge panther at the doorstep, he walked to the door hesitantly. The knock sounded up again, this time a bit urgent. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door.
“Oh, Minerva, it’s you!” Only then did he realize that the panther had scratched on the door last night, it hadn't knocked.
“Good Morning Harry! Were you expecting someone else?” Minerva raised an eyebrow as she walked in the room.
“No, I’m just surprised. You don’t usually come here…” Harry smiled.
“I have a favour to ask.” The headmistress confessed with a sigh, sitting on a comfortable chair.
“Tea?” Harry asked and when Minerva nodded, he waved with his hand.
Two mugs of hot water appeared with a small cup of milk and sugar on one plate and teabags and cookies on the other one. Harry manoeuvred them over the table, right in front of Minerva.
“So, what can I help you with?” He asked her while she was preparing her tea.
“There are these two students, twins, fifth year. They said they had to go to Diagon Alley for some shopping but their parents are out of country. They asked for special permission to go alone, but I simply cannot let them wander there all by themselves, I hope you understand.”
“Sure,” Harry nodded, sipping his tea.
“Would you go with them? I’m aware that this is your free weekend and you planned to visit Mr. Weasley but I cannot ask anyone else… I was notified an hour ago that Hagrid, who would have been their company in the first place, had to meet with Olympe immediately. They are traveling away for the weekend to continue the arrangements with the giants. Looks like they are finally giving in and are willing to come to the sessions so we have to act quickly.” The headmistress finished with another sigh.
“It’s perfectly alright, Minerva. I have some shopping to do too, so I wouldn’t mind going.”
“Really Harry? You are a great help, thank you. I told the children that you will depart at noon, is that alright?”
Harry nodded again. “Yes, of course. I have nothing else to do, really.” The sooner the better, Harry thought. That way there wasn't a chance he would see Snape.
“Is that true, Harry? I can always give you some work if you feel like you have too much time.” Minerva said casually, taking a gulp from her tea.
“Ahh, no thanks.” Harry laughed.
“I don’t know how Albus managed to handle all this work. It is horrible, just how many things are needed for this school to work properly, however when you are watching it from the outside, it looks as if it was running itself. But it’s not, I can tell you that… It’s horrible, sometimes I feel that everything is falling apart and-”
“Minerva…” Harry took one of her small hands into his. “You are running this school as perfectly as Albus. And that is the biggest compliment I can give you. But if you really need help, you know where to find me. I’ll always have time for you and the school.” Harry said with a gentle voice.
“Thank you Harry.” Minerva said, drinking the last of her tea then eyeing the man in front of her with a curious gaze.
“What?” Harry smiled.
“Severus said the almost same thing to me yesterday.”
“Did he?” Harry gulped, neglecting the giant butterflies in his stomach.
“It’s interesting how much the two of you are alike sometimes, while completely different in other aspects.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, there is this passion in both of you, for instance.” Harry gulped again. He really didn’t want to talk about Snape’s passion. He knew it pretty well, thank you. “Both of you have passion for the subject you teach, however while you love teaching he is more like…”
“The bat of the dungeons?” Harry grinned.
“His students seem to like him. Every time they have a problem, they always turn to him without hesitation. They trust him.” Minerva raised an eyebrow and Harry had to admit that was a good argument.
“His students maybe. But ask one of mine when they would go intentionally to Snape for help and you’d have their answer.”
“How many Slytherins come to you?” Minerva smiled.
“That… is a good point.” Harry nodded, throwing a hand up in surrender.
“He changed a lot recently, you know.” Minerva looked at him, observing how her words affected Harry. “I’ve known Severus Snape since I put the Sorting Hat over his head long time ago. I saw him grow up and I saw him take a wrong choice. But then I watched him as he returned to the Light once again and became the man I have always seen in him. Just because of one single person.”
“Dumbledore?” Harry asked curiously.
“I would think that over once again, Harry…” Minerva said then her eyes shifted to Harry’s watch.
“God, I must rush now. Severus will be pleased to hear he doesn’t have to go alone with the boys. You know how he reacts to children out of class…”
With a snort, Harry managed to make all his hot tea end up in his lungs instead of his stomach. Coughing hard, he was only able to moan, “Snape?” But it was enough, Minerva understood what he meant.
“Yes, yes; Severus.” The headmistress stood up. “The boys are from Slytherin so Severus is going with you too. Didn’t I mention it before? Surely, I did…” She shook her head then gave Harry a small smile before she closed the door behind herself.
“No, you absolutely didn’t.” Harry moaned desperately.
o.O.o
Harry was standing in the hallway since ten minutes, watching the snowfall outside, when precisely at noon, three people showed up at his right. At first, he looked at the children. They must be the Kirk twins, Zachary and Leonard, as they were the only twins in Slytherin. They looked almost completely alike, only their hairstyle and clothes were different. Leonard was wearing a long dark green coat with silver fastener and black fur, while his brother had a brown coat, dark blue jeans and a Slytherin scarf around his neck.
Severus Snape on the other hand… Harry expected him to come in robes as he always did. Well, it looked like he didn’t now. He was wearing black pants, tight black pants, Harry didn’t fail to notice when they came closer, and a black coat with double lines of silver buttons. He wasn’t wearing any scarf but his, also black, polo-neck covered his slim neck.
When the obsidian eyes met with his intensive gaze, he bit the inside of his mouth before his tongue darted out and unconsciously licked the now little scar on his lower lip. Not just Snape’s panther form was beautiful. The human also looked freaking sexy.
“Hello Zachary, Leonard.” He welcomed his students then turned towards Snape, who was eyeing him with an intense look. “Professor Snape.” Harry nodded, trying to ignore his hardening cock.
“Hi Professor Potter, nice hat you have there.” Zachary welcomed him smiling, pointing at the knitted, grey-green hat he was wearing.
“Thanks.” Harry grinned. “I got it from a friend. She really likes knitting.”
“Good afternoon, Sir.” Leonard stepped next to his bother. He looked at the hat too but didn’t comment on it.
“Potter, what a rare sight. You, out of bed before one o’clock, on a Saturday. Surely it hasn’t happened in the past few years, has it? Don’t tell me you had problems with sleeping.” Snape nodded towards him with a small, evil smile.
“I can assure you Snape, it has happened, several times. However I must add I do love lazing around sometimes, when I don’t have anything else to do.” He winked at the boys, who smiled back at him. “Much like a cat, isn’t that right, Snape?” He shot a smug look at Snape as he walked next to him, wondering if his students knew about his animagus form. But as Snape 'forgot' to mention it to the Ministry, Harry doubted the boys knew anything about it.
Snape, to Harry’s surprise, ignored him.
They walked out from the castle into the slowly falling snow. The snowstorm from previous night was nowhere to be seen. They walked on the fresh, crunchy snow towards the huge iron gate, careful not to slip. The twins were cheerfully chatting, but the two men, walking behind them, remained in silence. Harry felt the unease build a concrete wall between him and Snape and he was afraid that things would go even nastier if he let them. So he spoke up.
“So, Minerva told me you are working on some huge project. What’s that?” Harry asked, hoping that potions were a safe topic. It wasn’t.
“A serum that would help people turn into their animagus form more easier. It would reduce the learning period from two to three years to only one.” Snape answered, not taking his eyes off the gate in front of them.
“Oh… so that’s why…?” Harry didn’t know how to finish that sentence.
“I wasn’t able to return to my human form last night? Yes, Potter, breath-taking conclusion as always.”
“So the potion doesn’t work yet.” Harry ignored the comment. “And yet, you tested the bloody serum on yourself?
“You have quite a talent for stating the obvious.” Snape flicked his wand and the iron doors opened. “Come here, boys. We can't use the fires in the school for travelling as some problems occurred, flying is also out, and you are too young to apparate, therefore a portkey is the only option left. I hope everyone knows how to use them.”
For a second Harry felt a heavy gaze on himself but when he looked at Snape, he was already eyeing the ground, fishing something out from his jacket pocket.
It was a black, leather collar, with silvery pins on it. Harry almost moaned as he realized it was perfectly suited around a panther’s neck. He wasn’t the only one to notice the interesting portkey.
“Sir…” Zachary started hesitantly, sniggering. “Is that a collar? A leather collar?”
“Shut up, Mr. Kirk.” Snape shot the boy a look, which caused nightmares for several grown men. But not Zachary Kirk evidentially.
“Is it… yours, Sir?” He went on and Harry saw that Leonard was also getting redder from the laugh he tried to hold back.
“Yes, Mr. Kirk, it is mine.” Snape said with a sneer.
Harry couldn’t help himself. “I’d be really curious about the story as to why you would get yourself that kind of… equipment.” With that, the boys snorted and started laughing and Harry couldn’t help but notice that slight blush on Snape’s cheeks.
“Let’s just say, that our dear headmistress has a very special humour when it comes to birthday gifts…” Snape said reaching the collar towards them. “We have one more minute before we have to depart, so if you don’t want to remain here in the snowfall, I’d grab that collar.”
“Minerva gave you this?” Harry asked with a broad grin, holding into the thick leather stripe. “Have you ever used it?” He went on cockily so that only Snape could hear him. He saw the other man’s dark eyes go wide as he looked at him.
“No, Potter I haven’t. Yet. But I will use it on you if you don’t shut up.” Came the dark, husky answer.
Harry felt his erection harden even more and twitch slightly at the words. Awesome. This afternoon will be just a load of fun. He said to himself sarcastically, before he felt that horrid tug in his stomach and the world around him started swirling with Snape’s and the twin’s bodies being the only stable points.
He almost fell when his feet hit the snow-covered ground again, but then he grabbed onto something solid near him. For a half minute he thought he was secured and steady but then, that something he had gripped in, started falling too.
Right over him.
His back crashed against the road, before another body smashed against his, driving the air out of his lungs, making him wince with pain. He tried to breathe again, but the body on his felt way too heavy for a second and his aching ribs hurt even more. Then the automatic need for breathing took over and he inhaled again. Cool, almost icy fresh air run to his system through his nose and mouth but not just that.
Within the air, there was a special scent; clean, refreshing and musky, which invaded his nose and mind, leaving him with eyes wide open. Yes, it was Severus Snape lying almost calmly over him, his scent like the rainforest, his body hard against Harry’s.
Snape moaned painfully and moved, sliding his body up a bit, that he was eye-level with Harry now.
“You do enjoy humiliating me, don’t you?” He asked slowly, anger reflecting in his eyes.
“I think I’m the one more humiliated, here.” Harry huffed, way too afraid that this smell would slowly drive him crazy.
Snape leaned in his elbows, which rested on Harry’s chest. It wasn’t really a pleasant feeling as his bone plunged into Harry’s chest. It was rather painful, Harry thought, until he felt Snape’s groin being pressed to his, as the man was lying between his legs.
“Oh fuck!” He moaned inaudibly.
“Am I hurting you, Potter? What a shame.” Snape sneered, pressing his elbows even deeper onto Harry. However, that wasn’t what Harry was conscious about. His mind somehow was only focused on their connected bodies a bit lower.
“Would you get off me, Snape?” He murmured through gritted teeth, afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would moan. Not from pain, though.
“Not until you apologize.”
“I stumbled, okay? It was an accident.” Harry panted angrily.
“That wasn’t an apology, it was an excuse. Apologize.”
“Or what? Come on Snape, we are in the middle of Diagon Alley, get up already.”
“No, we are in a dark corner of Diagon Alley, the boys are about six meters from here, occupied with their own entangled bodies and no other living soul is around. Apologize, Potter. I won't ask for it again.”
“You do realize, you were never asking for it, but ordering, don’t you?” Harry smirked.
And then his head smashed back in the snow, as Snape moved again, this time his hips pressed down and against his erection harder than before. He wouldn’t be surprised if the snow around them just melted because of the heat radiating from his body. That heat was more than enough to cause the Global Warming actually.
Harry’s hips involuntary bucked up and he felt himself slightly humiliated by that. He couldn’t even control his own body.
“Well then, Potter?”
“Okay, sorry! Sorry Snape! Just please get off me!” Harry growled, eyes firmly shut.
“Last night you asked for quite the opposite, if I remember well…” Snape whispered, smirking evilly, but finally he got off Harry and stood up.
Harry was more than relieved when he felt the heavy (but somehow still pleasant) weight disappearing from him, and finally he opened his eyes. Snape was standing over him, casting a drying and warming spell on the twins then on himself.
When Harry stumbled up, he dusted the snow down from his body and turned towards the others. The next second a spell hit him and he felt his clothes comfortably warm against his body.
“Thanks…” He mumbled to Snape, who only nodded as a response.
“So boys, we have six hours until the portkey becomes active again, please don’t forget that, right now there is no other way for us to return to the castle.
o.O.o
It was about five o’clock in the afternoon, when they met at the Leaky Cauldron. After they had previously arrive at Diagon Alley, they split up in pairs, so that they could finish shopping quickly but as it turned out the twins had several gifts to buy. Much more then Harry expected.
So when he sat down at a grey, soiled table, he let out a long sigh. Finally getting rid of all the finely wrapped gift-boxes he had to carry all day, he stretched his arms and legs before ordering four butterbeers. His legs were killing him and he couldn’t wait to be back at the castle, away from Snape.
The man seemed even grumpier than usual, though Harry thought that would be impossible. Christmas season wasn’t really Snape's thing, was it? The man was tired that was for sure, but that wasn’t the only thing. Something else was out of ordinary, Harry was certain of that, he just didn’t know what he was missing.
Quietly drinking his beer, he studied the man, until he raised his head and shot him a dark look. Not the good kind, that sent shivers down his spine, this was the kind which causes him nightmares for many nights.
Then, without a word, Snape stood up and walked out from the bar.
The boys went silent for a moment, but then Zachary gave a small shrug and continued quietly chatting about the gifts he bought to Aunt Marie and Uncle Dmitri and to his little cousin Armin.
“Stay here,” Harry said, standing up with a swift motion. “I’ll be back in a moment.” He rushed through the dimly lit rooms, apologizing to everyone he bumped into; the Leaky Cauldron was full as always. A cranky bold man started huffing as he marched away next to him, trying to grip him, however in vain. Harry was still fast enough, not just on the Quidditch field but on the ground as well, and the fact that the man was already slightly drunk, helped his escape as well.
He snuck out the door and immediately, his gaze roamed around for the black figure he was looking for. He saw Snape at the darkest corner, gripping into his left arm. After a slight hesitation, he walked up to him.
“Did something happen? You seem… disoriented.” The man jumped slightly when he spoke up next to him.
“No. Nothing out of ordinary.” Snape answered not looking at Harry.
Harry knew the man just lied to him, and he didn’t want to force the subject but he couldn’t help his curiosity.
“Did you have a pleasant afternoon with Leonard then?”
Snape gave him a quick look and raised an eyebrow. He didn’t even bother answering the question.
They remained silent for a while and Harry didn’t know what to say or do. He turned around, ready to leave but then Snape suddenly spoke up.
“You still manage to astonish me sometimes.” Snape said quietly, and Harry hadn’t the slightest clue where did this come from. He hoped Snape didn’t mean his state from last night, he wasn’t really ready to talk about why exactly did caressing Snape make him hard. He actually doubted he would ever be ready for a conversation about that.
“You mean…?” He asked carefully, still not daring turn around and face the other man.
“About last night…” Snape said, and a million versions of how Snape would finish that sentence formed in Harry’s head.
“Your power is… amazing.”
I was flat on my back, held motionless by only one of your paws; I wouldn’t really call that amazing power… Harry thought, but he stayed quiet.
“Your wand…”
…Was hard. Very hard.
“You called it just by thinking about it, didn’t you?” Snape asked slowly.
Oh, that wand…
“Uhh… yes, I did. But that’s like… normal isn’t it?” Harry asked surprised. It came naturally to him.
To his great surprise, Snape laughed out loud.
“That is the opposite of normal, Potter. That is rare, very rare.” Snape sighed loudly. “You are a powerful wizard.” He stated then. “But it’s not just your magic that is powerful.”
Harry’s jaw dropped.
“Hey, are you alright?” He asked, as some sense came back to him. “What happened to you today? Something did happen, didn’t it? Tell me Snape! Did someone curse you or something?” Harry asked stepping closer. Something was out of ordinary, this wasn’t the usual Severus Snape, this man was almost… kind.
“I am saying one nice thing about you in your whole damn life and you think I am under some spell?” Snape turned him around, laughter in his voice.
“Well… Yes.” Harry answered honestly.
“You’re an idiot, Potter.” Snape stated, turning his back on Harry.
“There you go, that’s the Snape I know!” Harry said cheerily, tapping Snape on his back.
Snape huffed, but didn’t face Harry.
“Go back inside Potter, you shouldn’t have left the boys unattended.”
“They are fifteen, they can manage themselves alone for ten minutes. Tell me what had happened today.” Harry insisted.
“It’s none of your business. Now go.” Snape sneered, folding his arms.
Harry realized if Snape didn’t want to talk, there was no way he was ever going to get anything out of him, so he just turned away and walked back inside.
He sat down to their table and ordered one more butterbeer. The boys were still cheerfully talking about their plans for Christmas and soon Harry found himself smiling, listening to their chatter.
Snape turned up right next to them and sat down. He started drinking his beer silently as well and the twins weren’t, bothered by his presence. Neither was Harry. He was still worried and quite anxious about him, but he tried to focus on positive thoughts about Christmas. He couldn’t wait to see Hermione and Ron and all the other Weasley's this Christmas. He was once again invited to the Burrow and…
All of a sudden a man spoke up near them and his attention was right at him because of those two words he hissed, with complete and utter disgust in his voice.
“Ya’ hear me?” The man aimed the question to Snape who didn’t seem to listen, though by how white his knuckles were by grasping his glass, Harry suggested he heard every word.
“So we meet again, huh? What are ya’ doin’ in a place like this, ya’ Death Eater, eh?” The stranger jeered again and this time Snape looked at him.
“Go away.” He whispered, alarm flooding his voice as he pushed down the sleeves of his polo-neck, and for a second Harry didn’t even realize what was the problem then he saw the edge of the Dark Mark disappear under the thick fabric. When he looked back at the stranger, he felt sick. He slowly stood up, not even aware of his own actions.
“What do you want?” He asked from the man.
“Ya’ drinkin’ with a damn Death Eater man. Ya’ should thank me!” The man smirked and anger rushed through Harry’s mind.
“Do you have a problem with my friend?” He asked, purposefully highlighting the last word.
“Ya’ shouldn’t be friends with a man like this. He’s the devil’s soldier, I tell ya’! There’s the dark mark on his arm, ya’ can see it! This is just a traitor, scum.” The man spat on the ground, and Harry could feel himself getting angrier with every second that passed, and every damn word the man uttered.
“I see only one piece of scum here, but it's not him.” Harry hissed back, like an untamed basilisk.
“Are ya’ calling me a piece of scum you little bastard?!”
Harry grinned.
“I know, I know, I was often told that I’m just stating the obvious.”
The man grabbed his wand, but by the time he pulled it out Harry’s was already pointed at him.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Harry warned.
“Potter…” Sounded up Snape’s voice in the background but Harry didn’t care.
“Are ya’ mad? Why are ya’ protecting a Death Eater? He served You Know Who, he’s a scum, and he should die!”
“He’s not a Death Eater.” Harry yelled his wand shifting down, pointing at the man’s heart now. “And now go before I hex you out of here.”
“Ya’ think I’ll be afraid of some boy waving with his wand? Who the hell are ya’ anyway? You’re one of His men, too aren’t ya’? That’s why ya’ protect that piece of shit.”
Harry let his lips twitch in a twisted smirk. He slid his hair away from his forehead so that his lightening shaped scar became clearly visibly.
“Ring a bell?” He hissed at the man who looked definitely scared now.
“A-anyone can have a-a scar like that…” The man said, however his tone clearly showed he wasn’t so sure about himself anymore.
Harry dashed to him with two huge steps and pressed his wand to the man’s throat. “You need more proof?” He asked; his voice cold as ice, just a bit threatening.
“Potter, enough.” Snape’s hand folded around his arm, trying to pull him away but Harry shook it off.
“I don’t remember you fighting with us at the final battle, I don’t remember your face as you battled with Lestrange, or Greyback, or Voldemort.” Harry whispered to the stranger so silently it was barely audible. “But I remember him. I remember his face as he fought for your fucking liberty. So shut your bloody mouth before I-“
“Potter! That is enough!” Snape said, his arm on Harry’s chest, pulling him once again back.
“No, Snape, it’s not-“
“Yes, Harry, it is. Come now.”
And that did it. Hearing his own name from Severus mouth reached what the strong hands were unable to achieve.
“He’s a great man. Much greater than you could ever be.” Harry hissed, before he let himself be dragged away from the shaking man, and up the stairs.
They managed to get away from all the strangers as they hid in a dark corner.
“What were you thinking Potter?” Snape sneered at him.
“Whoa, what?! Didn’t you want to say, ‘thank you’?” He asked, surprised.
“For what exactly? Making a scene in the middle of the Leaky Cauldron? Threatening a drunken man? Did you even realize there were two Hogwarts student behind you when you were pointing a wand at a man’s throat?” Snape hissed angry.
“I was just… He was…” Harry felt himself suddenly dizzy, he just stood up for Snape, shouldn’t the man be at least a bit grateful?
“They always are, Potter.”
“What do you mean?” Harry looked in the obsidian eyes.
“I have met this man once today, he made a similar attempt to anger me, however I, unlike someone, can control myself. And he wasn’t the only one. People usually don’t like those whose name once was connected to the Dark Side.” Snape said, shaking his head lightly. “You shouldn’t have done this…”
“How can you be so calm?” Harry shouted.
“Because I’m used to this!” Snape answered, in the same manner.
All his anger disappeared as he heard that utter bitterness and gloom in Snape’s voice. Now it was Harry’s turn to shake his head.
“You shouldn’t be…” He murmured, driving his hand through his thick hair.
Suddenly, Snape grabbed his hand.
“Oh shit. We missed it.” He said, and Harry knew if the situation were different, he would be laughing now, as he not often had the pleasure to hear his ex-professor swear. But in this situation he couldn’t laugh.
“The portkey, you mean?” he asked, looking at his watch as well. It was already 6:11.
“Of course that, you dimwit.” Snape sneered again, turning around. “Looks like we have to stay here a little longer. I'll get a room for us. It would not be wise to stay down there, after your scene.” He said walking downwards, but then abruptly turned around and looked at Harry. “You stay here. Don’t you dare move!” He whispered with an intense glare.
Harry nodded surrendering.
o.O.o
Harry sent an owl to Minerva, hoping that they managed to fix at least some of the fireplaces at the school. He didn’t understand why they had to clean all the fires at the same time, because that was the reason why they had been stuck here. The fires were disconnected by the Ministry and as far as Harry knew they would only be working tomorrow morning.
In the meantime, Tom was nice enough to lend them his office; Harry did not have a better word to describe that hole, though they were grateful for it. While waiting for the owl to return, they talked about apparating with the boys as well, but neither him nor Snape dared risk the chance of the boys Splinching.
As after several hours there still wasn’t any response from Minerva, or anyone else from the castle for that matter, they decided to settle for sleeping. While Harry prepared for some tea for them, at Snape’s request, the other professor and the kids went down to find Tom and ask for proper rooms.
It took Snape ten minutes to return, with the Kirk twins right behind him.
The boys were grinning sheepishly, though Snape seemed agitated.
“What happened?” Harry asked, ready for the worse.
“The Leaky Cauldron is full.” Zachary answered his question, trying to the hide his grin.
“We could only get one room. For all of us.” Snape said with a tired tone.
“Just one room?” He asked disbelievingly. This was even worse than the worst.
“Either this, or you can sleep in Diagon Alley. You’re choice, Potter.” Snape scoffed before entering their room.
Harry groaned painfully but went behind him.
“Cool.” Zachary whispered to his brother.
o.O.o
It was almost midnight and Harry was lying on the ground, ready for bed. They agreed they would let the boys sleep in the bed while he and Snape would spend the night in front of the fire, on the ground.
Zachary and Leonard were in their beds, still quietly whispering when Snape blew the last candle. The only light in the room was from Snape’s wand, and from the fireplace.
“Sleep tight boys.” Snape said as he sat on the soft blankets right next to Harry. “If I hear a word…” He didn’t have to finish, the threatening manner made it obvious what someone could expect from him after uttering even a syllable.
“Goodnight Professor Snape, Professor Potter”, the twins said loudly, with a slight snigger in their voice.
“Oh and sweets dreams, Leo.” Zack whispered and his tone suggested there were some hidden innuendoes what Harry and Snape couldn’t understand.
There was a loud swishing noise then a painful but laughing cry. “Ow! Don’t hit me!” And laughing again.
“Shut up, boys.” Snape said irritated and Harry almost saw him rolling his eyes however he couldn’t really see the man, as he was sitting behind him.
“Sorry sir.” Came the two voices from somewhere under the blankets.
After Snape was sure the boys were silent he slid under his blanket and made himself as comfortable as someone can be, when they're lying on the ground. At least that was what Harry suspected from the noises right next to him. He closed his eyes and tried to slow his drumming heartbeat while waiting for sleep to take him.
Minutes passed as he was lying there in the silence, no one was talking or making any noise at all. The grandfather-clock in the corner chimed midnight but he still wasn’t sleeping. After some time, light snoring came from the other side of the room, and even Snape’s breathing became even next to him. Only Harry lay there unable to close his eyes for more than a minute.
Because how could he sleep right here and now with this man right next to him. After what had happened last evening, he was surprised he was even able to talk normally to Snape and now here he was, lying next to the damn man. He was sure, this will be a long night because he already knew he won't be able to sleep. Last night after he eased his painful arousal, he went to bed, but he couldn’t fall asleep for many hours. His lower lip was pulsing, as had his cock, even after he had a mind-blowing orgasm. He got hard just because he thought of Snape, where the man’s hand went on his body and how it felt as he slammed his hips down, pressing their erections together.
Knowing, that the man he adored and lusted for was only inches from him felt maddening, as Snape could have been even miles from him it wouldn’t make any difference.
He fidgeted under his blanket, he wanted to turn around but he didn’t know how close was the other man and he wanted to avoid every physical contact. He had to lie here for a few more hours, than he could go out, everyone would be asleep and The Leaky Cauldron would be empty. Yes, he would get up, walk out of the room and maybe sit down downstairs, reading some old newspaper until Tom would wake up and make him some breakfast perhaps.
He tried to recall where he saw that dirty, old paper just tonight. Maybe on the table?
Snape moved behind him. The blanket stirred lightly around his lean figure.
No, not on the table. Chair maybe?
His own blanket moved at his back. A sudden rush of cold air crept up on his naked waist, where his shirt was turned up.
No, not on the chair. There were no empty chairs around. On the bar counter perhaps? “Ah…” He hissed. The cold air disappeared. Warm fingers touched the small of his back. He shifted further away from Snape, trying to ignore the sensation.
No. The counter was wet and full of glasses and goblets. Where then?
The fingers returned. First only fingertips brushed softly on his back, but then the pressure hardened and then it was a palm sliding under his shirt, touching his naked skin.
He tried to think. Snape’s hand on him must have been just an involuntary move. Concentrate Potter, concentrate! he reminded himself.
The newspaper. Where…?
The palm slid upwards, along his spinal column, fingertips dancing on his vertebras, until it reached his neck, and then it went back along the same route, causing goose bumps all over Harry’s skin.
Fuck the newspaper. His eyes were wide open, his breathing fast.
The palm stopped on his waist and Harry felt the long, slim fingers trailing the outline of his hipbone then suddenly Snape shifted again and his hand went down over his stomach, caressing his chest, then upwards, skimming over his hardened nipple.
Harry grabbed the hand through his shirt and held it one place.
“Snape?! What the hell are you doing?” He hissed because this was definitely not some involuntary movement.
“Touching.” Came a smug, deep voice and fingertips brushed over his sensitive nipple once again. “You know Potter, what you have done a few hours ago, defending my honour in front of all those people, that was very gallant.” The smug voice went on and Harry felt it hard to concentrate as meanwhile soft fingers caressed him. “You said such nice things about me, and in return I only angrily bellowed at you. It wasn’t nice of me.” Severus whispered teasing and as he talked he shifted closer to Harry.
“At first, I thought that would be my revenge for last night.” Snape went on with smooth voice, not stopping stroking Harry’s nipple. “But then I realized, you deserve something for standing up for me. Something nice. But, in the meantime, I do deserve something as my revenge too. Because I’m sure you admit that making me hard…” Snape groaned lightly at this point and Harry simply echoed it as fervently. “… wasn’t a considerate and fair thing to do. Right, Potter? So now, lying here, I made my decision. As my revenge I will touch you the way you touched me last night and you have to be silent and you have to endure it.” Snape murmured into Harry’s ear and the young man found it hard to concentrate on the important information of this payback as now Severus’s hand was sliding downwards on his stomach. “However, as I said before, you did quite a nice thing to me this evening, surprising as it was; still you deserve an equally kind response. So therefor, this time…”
Harry squealed as he felt fingertips poking under the waistband of his boxers.
“… I will finish what I started…” Snape went on and Harry didn’t understand why he didn’t just stop the madman’s hand as it was only inches from his throbbing erection. “… and I will make you come.” Snape groaned the last word as his fingers enfolded Harry’s erection and slid along its full lengths not so lightly.
Harry whimpered and the fervent noise made him aware of his situation and moreover his surroundings. Snape was sliding his long fingers on his rigid cock, speaking of revenging something that was pure misunderstanding, while two of their students were peacefully sleeping a few meters away from them.
This couldn’t be happening right now.
“Snape!” He hissed, his hand grasping Snape’s. “Stop! Stop this nonsense!” He protested trying to wriggle away from the man.
“Nonsense?” Severus chuckled darkly and that sound caused shivers on Harry’s arms and back. “Let’s make this clear, Potter. I’m not the one who was unable to keep his hands at bay last night; I’m not the one who wasn’t unable to control his curiosity and kept touching my animagus form. And I’m definitely not the one with a weeping erection right now. So why don’t you just shut up. Because we both know what you really want.”
“But the… uh… twins.” Harry murmured in agony as the fingers were still sliding on him.
“They’re sleeping. They happened to drink a tiny bit of sleeping potion along their tea, during the evening.”
“Did you drug your students?” Harry cried out, though still trying to be silent. His head was twisting backwards, trying to look Snape in the eye.
“Well…” Snape laughed darkly again. “It was a potion, not some muggle drug. Or would you rather have some audience?” Severus moaned, his fingers tightly around Harry’s manhood.
“Mmm… no…”Harry managed between eager groans. “I would rather have none of this nonsense.”
“None, you say?” Severus teased, sliding his hand firmly over the tip of Harry’s erection. The young man gasped for air, his hips jerked upwards by the contact and Severus had to laugh again.
“I am not fond of liars, Potter.” He said, grabbing into Harry’s black mane, pulling it backwards. “You are aware of this, I presume. And yet, here you are, lying to me, once again.”
“Sh-shit…” Harry’s voice was breaking at almost every syllable he had to utter. The pleasure was intense, much better than he ever hoped, but he couldn’t, he could not do this, right now. “Please, Snape, stop.”
“No,” came the harsh answer, combined with a fervent twist of fingers. “You like this.” The man whispered in his ears and his reply escaped his lips, before he could stop the word.
“Yes.” This couldn’t be his voice, this needy, animalistic groan. “NO!” He corrected and, yes, this was his voice now, desperate, but equally needy.
This made Snape laugh again, with that dark laugh what promised such lustful acts Harry couldn’t even imagine. A laugh, that sent shivers up on his arm and down on his back, a laugh that made his cock twitch with eagerness. He knew Severus felt it too, because the next moment the man leaned to his ears, his lips grazing his earlobes as he talked.
“It escapes me, why you are denying this, denying yourself. You want it; that is clear. And even if your hard cock in my hand at the moment would not be sufficient evidence, last night your body made it clear what it wants; I felt your hardness against my own erection, Potter. I felt your ardent thrusts. Your denial is futile. And here you are, desperately trying to evade my attention now. Why?”
Harry knew the answer, even through the thick fog of lust in his mind, but he didn’t want to reply to Snape. He didn’t even really dare reply to himself, as the answer was too much, too dangerous to utter aloud. It was simple though. He would want more. Just this one time wouldn’t be enough for him, never enough.
“Why…?” Snape whispered and this time gently, caressing Harry’s earlobe with his nose. His breathing gusted softly on Harry’s cheeks as his fingers slid on Harry’s erection a few more times, slowly and languidly.
When there was no answer, Severus suddenly pulled away his hand.

“All right then” he groaned, anger flaring up deep in him.
Harry gasped at the sudden loss and involuntarily grasped Snape’s hand before it could slide out of his boxers. He breathed faster as he slowly drove the long, wet fingers over his erection again and when the contact was made he moaned again, thrusting up his hips.
Hesitantly Severus started moving his hand on the silky member as he whispered “…What do you want from me?” He didn’t understand the sudden change in Harry’s behaviour.
“More,” Harry groaned through his tightly clenched jaw. “Always more.”
“I don’t like being played with.” Snape said, however his actions belied his tone. His caresses became more fervent with every touch.
“That is the truth, Snape.” Harry said, tossing his blanket down from himself. With a swift motion he pushed down his boxers to his knees then kick them off somewhere in the dark ground.
His left fingers caged around Severus’ on his cock, grasping harder while his right slid on Snape’s firm thigh and grabbed it, pulling the man closer.
Severus put his right leg between Harry’s and then lay on his back, dragging Harry this way almost half way over him. He tucked his leg and Harry dipped his fingernails into the lower part of his thigh, which was more sensitive. He groaned as the man over him drove a long red line with his nails while wriggling from the steady, seductive strokes on his erection.
“Fuck!” Harry moaned as Snape’s thumb brushed the wet tip of his cock, spreading his precum.
“You?” Snape asked, smiling against his neck.
“Mmm…” was all Harry could say, because admitting that was what he lusted for, would be more than he could handle. Even this had the risk that next day he would go to Snape and beg for another round or just simply retreat to a corner and sob there for a while, because this was just one night, just a reward, as Snape would put it, and he could do nothing about it no matter how much he wanted.
“A minute ago you said no and now you’re almost begging.” Snape smirked, his right still pumping Harry, his left going round and round Harry’s erected nipple under his shirt.
“I… can't… resist… this,” the young man gasped as the fingers around him became even more fierce.
Severus pinched his nipple and Harry groaned up loudly.
“Quiet, my dear,” Severus murmured with his harsh voice, “you don’t want to wake the boys, do you.”
“Let’s see how you could manage yourself with my hand around your erection.” Harry retorted.
“Who said I have an erection.” Snape asked with laugh in his voice, raising an eyebrow.
Harry smirked slightly before Severus firmly drove his thumb and pointing finger over the tip, his touch eager and ardent.
“You had one last night, and I’m pretty sure that hardness at my back isn’t your wand.”
“You smug bastard.” Snape said with lips against Harry’s ear. He heard Harry’s laugh and he smiled evilly at that. He slid his left on Harry’ naked body, down on his chest, on his stomach, over his groin. He grabbed Harry’s balls, while his right was still moving on the rigid shaft.
Harry gasped for air for a few seconds, his cock pulsing in the hard grip. Snape’s fingers twisted ferociously on his erection as he moved, his hips bucking up, thrusting into the hand.
Harry inched his hand closer to Snape’s erection, but he didn’t get very close.
“You move even a bit more and I swear to Merlin I leave you here.”
Harry groaned in disappointment and irritation, suffering from the unjustness of the situation.
“You had your time last night.” Snape smiled, his teeth nibbling on Harry’s earlobe.
“I don’t remember grabbing your cock.”
“Is that so? On the other hand, I do recall a moment when you stroked my tail, what do you think, where did I feel that?”
“That doesn’t count, you were a panther!” Harry moaned desperately and lustfully as he felt himself overwhelmed with sensations at his lower parts.
“Doesn’t count? Let me tell you then, this little detail that might have escaped your brilliant observation capabilities,” Severus said, leaning again to Harry’s ear, whispering his words directly at the boys ears, knowing how his hot, wet breath would affect the other man. “I almost came.”
“Mmm…” Harry groaned, unable to think, as the sensations were too much. He wriggled in the strong arms, thrusting upwards in strong fingers. “Fuck it…” he moaned grabbing into Snape’s hair and turning his head towards the other man. For a second, he considered what he was about to do then he realized he was over caring about anything at all.
With lips wet and eager, he kissed Snape. He pressed his soft lips to Snape’s mouth and kissed him, driving his tongue over the lower lip, waiting for a response. Snape moaned into his mouth and opened his lips, his tongue darting out enfolding with Harry’s. They shared wild kisses, moaning, gasping for air, what seemed to have escaped from the room. Snape’s hand jerking uncontrollably on Harry’s hardness, eager moves and ardent strokes, faster and faster until Harry jerked, biting down on Severus’ lip as he came, shaking and uncontrolled, panting heavily.
Severus kept stroking him as long as he was moaning, lightheaded and faint from his orgasm, placing wet kisses on his neckline as Harry slowly calmed.
As Severus waited for Harry to completely return to his senses, he raised his hand to his lips and licked down the semen from his fingers. He smirked at the bittersweet taste on his tongue, eager for more of what he had just done. He heard a faint muttering from Harry and he was about to ask back because he did not understand, but then suddenly he felt his hands too heavy to move.
“What have you done to me, you imbecile?” He asked, afraid of what might have come now.
Harry turned around on him and he was unable to shake him off, or to move at all.
“Did you really think I’ll let you get away with this? I’m not that child anymore, Snape. I’m a grown up man, who isn't afraid of you anymore.”
“You’re not afraid, are you? Is that the reason I am currently unable to move?!”
“Well, I had to restrain you before you just vanish again.” Harry said, tossing down his shirt to the floor, sitting up on Snape’s lap utterly naked.
“What are you doing?” Snape asked with a sudden intake of breath.
“Giving you a good view,” said Harry sliding his hand teasingly over his naked chest. The orange fire next to them illuminated his skin, perfectly highlighting his toned muscles. “Or do you not like, what you see?”
Severus simply sneered as an answer.
“Lift the charm; let me move!” Severus demanded.
“Or what? You'll jinx me?” asked the young man, raising an eyebrow. Half smile played on his lips as he slithered his hands on Snape chest languidly. “Not without your wand, you can’t.” He slid Snape’s wand out from his robe and put it aside, far away so that Snape couldn’t reach it.
“Potter, you imbecile. If you don’t-”
“Shut up, Snape.” Harry cut in, smiling at Snape’s surprised and taken aback expression. “I’m talking now.” He whispered leaning over Snape. He gave a small kiss on the bristly jawline before he continued. “I’m fed up with you, you know. I’ve had a crush on you for years, and I always thought you hated me. But now, I've started wondering. You see, you don’t let someone caress your animagus form if you hate them. You don’t tease someone like you did yesterday, if you hate them and specially, and I’m most certain about this, you don’t jerk out someone, if you hate them. So this made me think, maybe you don’t hate me. On the contrary, actually…”
“You’re dreaming, Potter!” Snape laughed evilly.
Harry snapped up his head, so he could look Snape in the eyes. “Am I?” He drove his hand over Snape’s groin, and slithered his fingers firmly over the erected manhood he found there. “Am I really dreaming, Snape? In that case, this is quite a good dream.”
He fumbled with the belt buckle for a second then opened the dark black jeans.
“Potter, stop.” Snape commented with harsh voice.
“Don’t worry, I will. Soon.” Harry grinned as he slithered the pants a bit down and slipped his hand beneath Snape’s underwear. The man’s cock was wet and warm between his fingers, and hard like steel. He moaned in synchrony with Snape as their skins became in contact.
“Five minutes, Snape and if you still want me to stop, if you really want me to stop, I will.” Harry pulled Snape’s erection out of his pants and slid further down on the man.
“Potter, I said-”
“Oh I heard you, Snape, don’t worry.” Harry smirked, his lips hovering over Snape’s hardness. “I’ve heard every word you said,” and with this, he lower his head, and took Snape’s cock in his mouth. He was satisfied to hear the deep groan that erupted from Snape’s throat and he continued to lick and suck on the manhood between his lips.
Teasing, he licked the whole lengths from the bottom to the top, right over a thick pulsing vein. His finger closed around the base of Severus’s erection, pumping hard, as he took the tip in his mouth again, sucking on it ardently. He chanced a look at Snape’s face, ready or the worst but the man lay beneath him burning with lust, with closed eyes, panting from pleasure, biting into his lower lip. He didn’t notice, that Harry lifted the petrifying charm from him long ago, his hands still lied next to him, fingers grasping into the sheets beneath them.
Harry moved his mouth up and down on the hard manhood, licking, and grazing very lightly with his teeth, barely thinking about consequences that could arise because of what he had done. He might be just about to make a lifelong enemy to himself, because if he was wrong, Snape will hate him for the rest of his life. But he was past caring.
When the assumed his five minutes were over, he lifted his head, though he didn’t hear a complaining word from Snape. What bothered him though was that he didn’t hear any word from Snape at all, just gasps and fervid moans. Scared of what the man would do next, he moved further up on him, trying to face him.
Snape opened his eyes and looked at him, anger reflecting in his eyes.
“Are you done?” He hissed.
“Not quite. But my five minutes are up,” said Harry.
“Good. Now let me move.”
“You have been able to move since I first laid my mouth on your cock.” Harry said, defiant.
Snape’s expression showed surprise at first then his eyes narrowed.
“Good.” Snape said, his voice husky and then with a swift motion he grabbed Harry and turned him under himself. Being now on top, he lifted Harry’s hands over the young man’s head and held him that pose, while with his right he searched for his wand.
Harry didn’t attempt to escape, he still believed he was right assuming Snape wanted more than just simply praising him with his previous actions, however he became uneasy by the brutal force the man used. Uneasy and excited.
When Snape finally found his wand, he pointed it right at Harry’s neck.
“Give me one good reason, why I shouldn’t just hex you right away,” he hissed like a snake.
“Because of this, maybe?” Harry said, pushing up his hips, rubbing his naked torso to Snape’s wet erection.
Severus repressed a feverish gasp and pressed his wand deeper into Harry’s skin. “In case I were to petrify you, I could do anything, anything at all, to you right now. I could silence you; no one would hear your desperate cries if I forced myself on you. You don’t understand how dangerous I am to you. You are an idiot.”
“Nothing can be worse than the nights I have to spend without you. And let me tell you, it’s not forcing when the other wants it as badly as you.” Harry replied, staring directly at the obsidian eyes.
Harry felt the poking at his neck disappear suddenly and his hands were also free again. Then he saw the wand was pointed at Snape. He didn’t understand what the man was about to do, but Snape murmured a spell and was suddenly absolutely naked over Harry.
Harry slid his hands lightly and carefully over Snape’s side and chest, caressing his slightly hairy chest, moving further up over the collarbone and then on the long, slim neck.
Grabbing the man’s neck, Harry tried pulling him down, however Snape resisted slightly. He rose from the sheets and met the man’s lips half way, kissing him lightly and restrained. The tension was immediately gone from Snape’s body and he pushed Harry on the ground while kissing back eagerly.
The young man tucked his legs, making it more comfortable for Snape to lie between his legs. Harry slid a hand between the long black curls, gasping at the silky sensation. His left hand was on Snape’s back, pressed in the soft flesh.
The man ravished his mouth, biting, sucking on his lips, wild, like the panther he turned into. He grabbed Harry’s thigh and raised it from the ground and Harry folded his leg around Snape’s waist, while he pushed himself up with the other, rubbing himself to Snape.
All of a sudden, their kiss broke and Snape looked deep in his eyes.
“This is your last chance to say no, I might still be able to stop at this point.” Snape murmured, voice hoarse and deep, and Harry felt fingers at his bottom, circling around his entrance.
“You could still stop? Good for you; I’ve been past my point of no return for hours…”
Snape smirked as he pressed a finger into him and Harry’s smug smile dissolved into a lustful groan. His fingers dashed into Snape’s skin as he arched away from the ground.
“Mmm, yesss…” he hissed. His voice cracked when the finger started moving in him, in and out. Snape fingered him exactly how he kissed: fast and eager. Another finger followed the first one within minutes, neither of them able to wait much longer.
“Enough with the tease, fuck me already.” Harry moaned, eagerly moving on the fingers but keenly waiting for more.
Snape raised his eyebrows and huffed, maybe it was a laugh, Harry couldn’t decide. Within a second, he felt a poking hardness at his hole, and his whole body tensed in anticipation.
Snape started thrusting in and Harry almost cried out from the tension. He folded his other leg around Snape as well, lifting his hips up slightly. Snape moved slowly in him, in and out moving forward only centimetre by centimetre, until with a last quick shove he filled Harry completely. Panting, he buried his head between Harry’s neck and shoulder, wet air was tickling Harry’s skin.
“You’re so… fucking tight.” Snape gasped against his ear as he moved his hips slightly.
Harry gasped at the sensation, unable to answer. Snape didn’t fail to notice that the Boy Who Lived was finally left speechless.
“I wasn’t aware that my cock in you would make you shut up… I should have done this day ago.” Snape moaned with a teasing smile at the corner of his lips.
You should have done this years ago… Harry thought to himself but was still unable to speak, as the erection in him started moving faster, making every receptor in his body hypersensitive.
Snape moved in him, shoving him to the ground more forcefully by every thrust. Harry clung to him as if his life depended on it, fingers dashing into soft white skin, teeth sinking onto the base of Snape’s neck, preventing Harry from crying aloud and waking up the two sleeping boys in the room.
Snape grabbed his waist and raised him up into a sitting position as if he wouldn’t weight more than a feather. Snape was kneeling now and Harry sat over him, riding him, his own once again erected manhood trapped between them.
This new position allowed Snape to penetrate into him deeper than before, and he even found a spot, the spot, making Harry whine with ecstasy at every thrust.
Even with closed eyes, Snape was entirely aware of the young man in front of him. He sensed the soft hair at his finger, the warm skin under his palm, the hard and wet erection sliding against his stomach and the tight flesh he was thrusting into. He felt all that but when he opened his eyes and looked at Harry before him, his heartbeat hitched from the beautiful body in front of him. Harry was submerged in pleasure. The light of the flames from the nearby fireplace danced on his skin for the rhythm of their fervid thrusts. His usually white skin seemed now orange, his muscles highlighted by dark shadows, vivid and vibrant.
Fierce nails awoke him from his amazement as they dashed deep into his back. Harry screeched long lines into his back, moaning with his head lolled back. Snape hissed from the sudden pain but he liked it. He liked the idea that the other marked him. This was a mark he liked wearing.
Eagerly, he moved faster. Harry was bouncing on him with a fierce passion, his body crushed against Severus’ as he leaned forward. Harry couldn’t hold back a wild cry as Snape’s thrust became deeper and faster. Afraid that they would wake the boys, he covered Harry’s mouth with his palm, and the young man immediately bit into the soft flesh beneath his pointing finger.
The pain again drove him closer to his orgasm. He felt how his own fingers dashed into Harry’s soft flesh over his hips, and he was sure next day the little half-moons will still be visible and red, proving what they had done, remnants of their fervid night together.
Harry whined again shuddering, and he let go of his mouth. Right at that moment the Hero of the Wizarding World threw himself at Snape, kissing him wildly and deeply. It was Snape’s time to moan harshly in the kiss. Suddenly, Harry’s movements became hectic and his moans and gasps louder and more desperate. Snape reached between their tightly pressed bodies and grabbed Harry’s cock, his fingers enfolding firmly around the thick and wet manhood.
Harry cried up again, his body twisting and jerking. With a sudden move, Snape smashed him against the ground again, fucking him into the sheets returning to their previous position only with much more fervent thrust.
Harry’s desperate and lust filled moan was muffled as he bit onto Snape’s collarbone. They came crying into the other’s skin, shuddering and frantically clinging to the other. Their orgasm washed through their bodies like a tsunami, flooding and overcharging their senses.
Gasping for air they lay on each other for minutes until the sensations faded and they were able to the move and sense their environment.
They tried to move quietly now, contrasting the fervent noises they certainly made few minutes ago.
Snape, still breathless, looked for his wand but Harry was the first to find it. As he took his wand he watched the young man lying on his elbows, one leg tucked up and slightly bent, giving a perfect view on his groin. His skin was wet from the sweat, while drops of semen streamed on his stomach. Snape wanted to clean him and dress him but the sight in front of him was just too gorgeous.
He climbed over Harry in all fours and leaned over his stomach. Looking into the sparkly green eyes, he licked down the semen from Harry’s body. Potter lolled his back but didn’t break the eye contact. His hand slithered into between Snape’s dark curls and satisfied smile played on his lips.
But the moment was gone and Snape casted a few spells, cleaning both of them and the sheets and dressing himself up as well. Within a second, Harry’s clothes were lying between them in a neat pile. He stood up and walked to the door.
“See you tomorrow.” Snape whispered with hoarse voice.
“Snape, what-?” But Harry couldn’t finish it as the other man was already out of the room.
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